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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l5 u, @4 `* d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; W! D" X0 K9 |7 ^2 c- P: X J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 V7 p# B( y. {5 d; j5 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Q0 w1 B0 S8 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 n4 N6 F% n& J9 W+ u
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ^6 Y( o2 P S6 P% F! t8 ?How you tried to set them free,
, w* g2 C& k4 D- J9 H) JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 ]1 E8 k2 R3 c2 l$ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) [' c1 |9 \6 }( C4 d: CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Y& h) w' ]. y: @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% w+ E8 T, ]; U8 F, ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " r& r; s: x( p" J
6 J: ]6 w! n& x% R9 Q) z1 H1 g9 y& _' t" zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 |% q' o3 p; ~/ q0 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 c* W% ~9 S% p, S. P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. |) z8 c' e" k+ iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 W- X0 v) M. [- d' P% j0 T* k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- e8 {" O6 H/ W9 f. T+ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : l+ C- E+ @5 A# s o6 `3 x( d% }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ D# F h! F5 x" O& q8 L" ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & M& J! z# L3 c- E' }) H, R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ C: r) R& n g
How you suffered for you sanity,; v3 V+ V7 S: N4 Z5 E
How you tried to set them free,
1 I9 }4 W0 c2 b5 R; [/ KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % P- M+ d- y+ {6 D# V2 m) }2 P9 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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